Poesies of Faddilly-Dornie

Monday, July 20, 2020

The Lulu and The Buh

In homage to Lewis Carroll's, "Jabberwocky."

~~~The Lulu and The Buh~~~

'Twas a lofty Lulu bird,
cackling chirps and overwrought,
waddling toward burbled bank,
chicken claws scratching,
feral beak snatching –
and so seeming, it drank.

Then, came up nigh gentle
swag-bellied Buh,
padding paws and tongue lollygagging,
bright eyes a' twinkle,
soft tummy sagging—

Yet, "Avaunt! Go back! You cordial cur!
I needs wet my throat when my thirst hath stirred."
'Twas bestial bird setting forth fulsome bane,
charging winsome foe with all noises profane.

It Gawked while it Squawked,
eyes bulging to beak.
It Whooped while it Swooped
down on plump Buh, the Sweet.

Why, this fowl Lulu bird sustained such the Brouhaha,
like wrath or near none e'er seen nor saw.

Finally, after crescendo of so many Yawps and Boos
it resigned to an end with one grand, Hullabaloo!

Meanwhile, the kind-natured Buh
neither Ruffed nor Grrruffed,
but merely sat, mouth stretched wide,
all full of slobbery stuff.

Now, virulent bird Lulu, languor lastly seizing hold,
knew the night was upon and lay down;
could but cast baleful eye o'er yon

to the roly-poly Buh,
merrily plopping just beside
ruffled frenzied feathers –

The Lulu: no vigor left to snide!

And so fiend and foe lay juxtapose in slumber,

with Lulu bird aplomb,
and bedraggled Buh rotund.

Yet, as the two reposed,
so compatible now they seemed,
the fubsy Buh, tongue-a-drip,
by groggy, innocent means –

Turned and rolled right upon
that lofty Lulu bird –

Squashed him lifeless whilst he dreamed.

Pickle Soup

In homage to Shel Silverstein.

~~~Pickle Soup~~~

Pickle soup

of consistency thick, it won't trickle soup.

Green-orange with flecks of pepperish corn

pour me some, please,

I savor the ease

of which it stands still upon my tongue.

Vegetable blend,

medley in jug,

crock of mongrel,

flavorsome sludge;

pickles with potatoes

pickles sole,

pickles and confectioned mushrooms with cream;

mustard seeds salted lightly,

buttered onions,

flour steamed,

made to simmer,

set aside so not thinner

than commonplace bilge,

hides in pantry

where we can't see

until ready to be served.

Oh, juicy pickle soup,

an elixir,

panacea, fixer,

cold in china white saucer, fish crackers atop:

I doubt I'll ever stop

lapping you up!

Saturday, November 14, 2015

The Midinette's Lament

Death awaits her furtive thoughts

As they swell amidst what grief well-wrought
And perchance betwixt what time hath bought
And the solace bygone lovers sought

Before the grave didst hold he ought

Or desertion ushered all to naught.

~~~The Midinette's Lament~~~

Death awaits her furtive thoughts

As they swell amidst what grief well-wrought

And perchance betwixt what time hath bought

And the solace bygone lovers sought

Before the grave didst hold he ought

Or desertion ushered all to naught.

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Roses

~~~Roses~~~

The roses wilt,
as roses do,
o'er loveless guilt
of Fortune's few
who decry, "Thou art
to leave us not,
else, like the rose,
we, too, shall rot."

Chester McButternut

~~~Chester McButternut~~~

Chester McButternut saw himself
as one sonnet in a quagmire
of loosely sewn pillows.
"Love tryst I'll be
if the Good Mistress see," and so
tattered the ink from the quill.

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Angels

~~~Angels~~~

If the wont of angels is to waft
amongst the birdsong, flit and laugh
then, by some courage, let us pray
we'll, as the angels, merry make.

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Brimbee McFee

~~~Brimbee McFee~~~

Brimbee McFee
always took her tea
in the public of Marquis'
parlour.
Whilst other dolls kept hidden
she perched by candle lit and
read our Lord
Byron.

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